Let's start with my childhood. My name was Terrance, now Terry. I was born a male in NYC, 28 years ago. My life was simple and ordinary. I had blonde ...air and Hazel eyes. I looked more like a girl even when I was young.I grew up around three females; I was surrounded by perfumes and lacy clothing. I was also considered adorable; letting Mommy dress me up in feminine clothes was normal to me then. I was a mommy's boy. I was so cute until Mom took me for my first crew cut. Dad was away in the war. I run my tongue across your teeth, searching, learning, exploring. Breaking away softly, I look deeply into your eyes as I slowly unsnap your blouse, my fingers working their way down to your skirt, whereupon I pull the blouse off entirely, the sleeves sliding down your arms to reveal your white lace brassiere. I lean down and softly kiss each creamy breast as your chest heaves and your excitement mounts. Pulling away, I kneel in front of you, unfasten your skirt and gently lower it to the. On the morning of the fourth day, Ninve suddenly screamed in pain and fear, as she looked down to find a fluid of sorts hit the sandy beach. Her water had broken and she soon began to feel the cramps and contractions of her labor. Several of the ladies got to work right away on her, but Dr. Anne Higgins took over in short order, and while many paced and wrung their hands, the delivery was a success ... a long, bloody, and painful one, due to no drugs ... but a success even so ... a miracle.My. " I called over to him. "JOEY! WAKE THE FUCK UP! Please?"I waited again. I was getting good at waiting. I could make time pass faster by putting myself in a light trance without reducing my ability to react to my surroundings.When Joey stirred, I nearly stood up on the electrified floor I was so anxious."Joey. Wake up. It's time to go to school," I joked in a high anxious voice. It was the best I could come up with at the time."Tim?" he said in a raspy voice before turning his head towards.